50 Porros, 5 Pelis y 1 Tele Philips (feat. BCN)

Jumping, always jumping
Nah, I was never good at that
Spending the day playing, making moves
They ask why I'm so good, well, that's why

Mmm, I fall more my way than you’d think
Anyone can pull it off if the Ferrari's for a spin
Deaf like your grandpa at fifty
They ask about Chris, no one’s selling him

In my hood, we’d roll three joints, for real
I took risks like the fat guy on the skateboard
I live chill, the beats I program pay the bills
I don’t miss the heat, but I do miss her nectar

I’m a polar bear looking for a forest
Low-key even though no one knows me
Surrounded by strange folks
[?]

For the beach, the room, [?]
[?] I’m just having fun, no [?]
In the Alps, I’m Heidi, a shot of Henny
Once again, they killed Kenne

Stuck to the wall, trying to keep my fifteen
Rolling through the city like in [?], ask Titi
I’m more about the pure than the fake
Don’t point at me, you’ll miss, bitch, you’re with the sheriff

I’m feeling the vibe
Chilling with my homies, all laid back
It’s 50 joints, 5 movies, and a Philips TV
It’s the fifth time they killed Krilin

A scoundrel, that’s what Siri told me
I’m so bad with my tracks, I even watch my lyrics
Simple, with a clone I’ll calm my crisis
You know Mu from Aries doesn’t lose to Pisces

I’m on the bench like Alexis
I’m loyal to your figure, baby, you always look sexy
I pass the ball like Messi
There’s no teacher to grade my thesis

I give catechism my way here
There’s no punk that can take me off the ring
I killed a Judas, call me manin
A fish dies by its mouth, I learned the hard way

I’m with Christ and Martin
Doing a ton of business, it feels like Monopoly
Fuck your pretty face, baby, fuck the police
You left me all broken, not knowing what to say

What’s up, prince, I meditate, like Dan being Charly
I lead my team like Alvin
Where’s my crew, baby, like Balvin says
I’m blowing smoke under your panties